Wicked

Young blood straight from Liverpool

Stackin up these P’s

Shout out goose!

Whole lotta stacks

Red bottom on me feet cost a whole lotta racks

Packs, got love for my queens, hold it down for my jacks,

Smacks, ooof, puff off the herbs and it smacks,

Another pretty girl finna ruffle up me Jammie’s

She takin off me boxers and I’m Takin off her panties

Ya chick left with me that’ll leave a mans gutted

I could neva lie in the streets mans trusted

Before I start snitchin mans turn to a Inmate

Took ya girl home now somethin like Bunk mates

Gettin’ to the bread yeah im gettin to the crumb cakes

Wont stop til a classic English breakfast on me damn plate

Took his girl? Nah, I just leveled up

If he moved that quick, he was never enough

From the gutter to gloss, yeah, remember us

Now we flex on em they could never measure up

That’s wicked,

Speedin down the Autobahn

Can’t give me a ticket, mm

Bloody hell in this bitch,

Sippin purple meds in a

grail in this bitch

Is a whole different meaning when I say I got the switch

Rev the engine got whole block shakin’

auf wiedersehen to the ones who was hatin’

That’s wicked,

Speedin down the Autobahn

Can’t give me a ticket, mm

Bloody hell in this bitch,

Sippin purple meds in a

grail in this bitch

Is a whole different meaning when I say I got the switch

Rev the engine got whole block shakin’

auf wiedersehen to the ones who was hatin’

Stacks P’s in the slums, still cute with it

From the gutter to the gloss, had to brute with it

Now the whip got stars, no roof in it

Went from broke little nights to a coupe visit

I was counting up change by the bando light

Now it’s digits on digits, yeah, standard life

They was laughing before, now they biting my style

Same girls mad ‘cause I’m handling guys

From the flats to the flash, yeah, storyline

Had to bet on myself, no cosign

If he left her for me, that’s not my crime

I just glow too hard, it’s a spotlight time

Stacks P’s, no cap, still grinding

Came from the mud, now the car stay shining

They said I wouldn’t — I did, no lying

From the gutter to the top, perfect timing